Danielle was woken by 2 sounds which immediately caused a smile to cross her face. Jangling keys and cheerful, happy whistling. That sound always made her ears prick up; she could listen to someone whistling for hours. The sounds drew nearer and with them came the smell of coffee, to mix with the already present smells of cleaning fluid. The cleaners had left the block an hour ago. They tried to be quiet, but Danielle almost always heard them. She really wanted to know who was whistling, so she approached her door and called softly through it. "Hello?"

The whistling stopped and someone spoke. "Good morning Danielle, how are you this morning?"

Danielle grinned at the speaker. It was Jordan Atkinson. The Australian guard who headed the crew that started the early shift after Joanne's finished the night shift. He'd recently told her, after she'd arrived, that he'd moved to Illinois from Sidney when he was 20, married an American woman and had never looked back. Danielle loved his accent. If truth be told, she considered him as 1 of the 5 guards that she could talk to if she needed anything. Along with Ryan, Jack, Rick and of course Joanne. In one way he was the same as Jack. He could be playful, but immediately switch to serious and alert if the need arose.

It certainly wasn't true to say Danielle didn't like all but 1 of the guards she'd met. All, apart from the late John Baker, had been kind and caring towards her. But there was something about those 5 that was just… Different.

"Morning Jordan," Danielle said as the guard slid open her hatch. "How are you?"

"All the better for seeing you and of course I was whistling just for you."

"You're such a charmer," Danielle smirked. "And such a liar!"

"Oh! My heart! That unfounded accusation has stolen my ability to whistle! I doubt I'll ever be able to do it again!"

"Oh whatever, drama queen!" Danielle said laughing. It felt so good. Jordan pretended to sob, then joined her in her laughter.

"Do you want me to ask one of my guards to take you to breakfast when they start serving, as you're awake?"

"Yes please," Danielle replied. "I could eat a horse at the moment!"

"Hmm. I don't think that's on the menu, but I'm sure there'll be something just as nice."

"Ha. Please could I have some tea in the meantime?"

"Of course. Coming right up!"

"Thanks Jordan, you're amazing."

"I know. But thanks for telling me anyway."

Danielle reached through the hatch and lightly hit him on the arm. Further proof she was trusted as the guards normally stood further back. "Watch out for that ego, your head won't fit through the door!"

Jordan laughed and strolled away. As he did so, Danielle couldn't help smiling as he once again in spite of his earlier statement started to whistle.

Reaching over for her phone, she checked the time. 6:30. what she'd said to Jordan was true. She was starving. Opening her phone, she saw that she had a new message. She smiled. Charlotte? She opened it and that was when her world seemed to stop turning.

Did you enjoy having visitors today? I'm watching you. Happy Halloween.

Danielle read it once, twice. It had to be from Adam, there was no doubt in her mind at least. But, "did you enjoy having visitors today?" Those first 6 words were what made her blood run cold and her heart race. How did he know she'd had visitors yesterday? Someone must've told him! If so, who? This was what Dr Stark had promised her she would find out. Who inside Smith's Grove had been paid by Adam to do this? Were they acting alone or through someone else? That thought made her temperature drop even further. Did you enjoy having visitors today?

The message had clearly been sent the night before. She could almost dismiss the "I'm watching you, happy Halloween part." Almost. It was Halloween? Fuck! No wonder Michael hadn't joined her last night. This was the day he was at his most dangerous. That didn't stop her wishing he was there right now though. Danielle let out a long breath, determined not to panic. That was what Adam wanted after all, she knew and she'd be damned if she'd give him the satisfaction. Even though he wouldn't know about it. Not this time. She'd matured a lot, with the help of the doctors here and no way in hell was she going to let this abusive prick set her back on the progress she'd made. But still. Who was watching her? That did make her nervous and she had to find out. It made her wish even more that Michael was with her right then. If he'd seen this… She shivered. Another kill. That said, she was certain he wouldn't hurt her and also that would doubtlessly be the outcome regardless if they found the perpetrator.

Danielle didn't even want to consider that it could be one of the guards. That thought was too terrible to think about. So it had to be…

"No," Danielle said out loud. "How?"

Did you enjoy having visitors today? That could not be a coincidence. Adam knew Charlotte was coming to the hospital with her family.

…

When Gemma Stark's cell rang, she almost didn't answer it. She glanced at the screen, unknown ID. Pausing the video she and Dr Loomis had come back to that morning, trying again to see what the package was, she answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Is this Dr Stark?" Asked a male voice.

"That is correct."

"This is Detective Holloway from the Illinois PD. We have reason to believe Adam Dawson was near the hospital last evening. Charlotte and her family saw him as they were driving home. He appeared to be changing a flat tire which they are sure he deliberately punctured himself. We have spoken with Charlotte and her parents and they have confirmed that they were visiting Danielle Hayward yesterday. Mr. Dawson told us the flat tire we found in his trunk last night had been there for a while, but we're not convinced. We're trying to get a curfew imposed on him, but we wanted to let you know just in case. Please don't hesitate to call us if anything further happens."

"Thank you," Dr Stark said numbly and ended the call. She caught Dr Loomis' eye.

"No fucking way! How the hell did he know? Damn right he punctured that tire on purpose, son of a bitch! Whoever is watching Danielle must have told him! What the fuck? Ok, that's it! We need to search his cell now Sam, not later!"

"I agree," Dr Loomis said, he looked as angry as she did. "Stand by, I'll call in the trained guards now. They're due to start at 9:00 and it's only 7:00, but this is an emergency. I'll be right back!"

…

This time when Danielle heard Jordan whistling as he approached with her tea, she couldn't smile. As he handed it to her, she asked if he'd come in for a sec.

"I do have a meeting in a few minutes, can I ask one of the other guards to help you?"

"No, I promise it won't take long. Please Jordan, I need it to be you."

Jordan opened her door. "Ok. What's wrong Danielle?"

Without speaking, Danielle handed the guard her phone. She almost felt it when his playful attitude vanished and the serious, protective guard was there.

"When did you get this?" He was keeping his voice low.

Danielle did the same. "This morning. I think it's Adam. But how the fuck did he know I had visitors yesterday? That scares me, Jordan. Plus what about Charlotte? I have to know if she's ok!"

"Stand by," Jordan said and ran out. Danielle had only once heard a guard run from her cell and that was when Michael was killing Jefferson.

Danielle sat down on her desk chair and before she knew it, was crying softly. Fuck. Would this ever end? She didn't see it as Michael's gaze followed the sprinting guard.

…

"Ok this settles it," Dr Loomis said when Jordan showed him and Dr Stark the text on Danielle's phone. Dr Stark went even paler.

"I have to go and see if she's ok," she said and turned to run herself.

Dr Loomis stopped her with a soft hand to her arm. "I want Michael with her Gemma," he said quietly. "Yes I understand its Halloween and I also understand your views, but we have to."

"What if…" Dr Stark began but Dr Loomis cut her off.

"Michael won't hurt Danielle. Please Gemma, please do this for me. Danielle can stay in her cell while we search Chancer's then. Please."

Dr Stark hesitated again. This was a huge risk…

"JUST DO IT!" Dr Loomis snapped and Gemma's mouth fell open. Her boss had never yelled at her before. It told her he had no room or time for her arguments. She nodded once, before she turned and began to run.

…

Derek Chancer was rudely woken by running footsteps as the block doors banged open. Looking out, he saw Dr Stark running towards Danielle's cell. He smirked. Dear oh dear. What had happened? What a shame if that bitch was in distress.

Chancer rolled over on to his back and glanced at the tiny clock bolted in the ceiling. They didn't even trust him with a clock. It was 6:55. He sighed, remembering what'd happened just 5 hours before.

…

BEEP! BEEP!

Derek jolted awake, wondering what the fuck the racket was. He turned over and saw it was his iPod, flashing a red light. He grabbed it. Earlier that day he'd sent a message.

THE HEAT'S COMING DOWN, I NEED HELP.

Now, he hit the answer button stopping the beeping.

"Derek!" Drawled a casual, laidback voice Derek had never met the owner of, but was pretty sure he knew who it was. This had to be Chris Leach. "My man!"

Chancer couldn't deny he was surprised. He hadn't expected Leach himself to call.

"What was with the fucking deafening noise?" He snapped. "What if the guards heard? Hell, I think the whole hospital heard!"

"Well you see," Leach began, now sounding like an adult teaching a despondent child that 1 + 1 = 2. Now Derek really did want to punch him. "It had to sound like an alarm clock so even if the whole hospital did hear it, there's nothing suspicious about an alarm clock, and is there?"

Chancer looked at the display. It was 2 AM. Of course Leach wouldn't call him during the day. Chancer was just glad Leach's voice was coming through the headphones, which he thankfully hadn't unplugged. If the guards heard…

"So," Leach drawled. "I don't have hours Derek. What's the problem? You say you need help? Why is this?"

"Why do you think?" Chancer hissed. "Only because Michael fucking Myers has I think caught on to what's going on. I don't think he knows it's me but it's surely only a matter of time! He's one killer who actually scares me!"

"You and many others," Leach remarked. "But what makes you think he gives a damn about her?"

"Did Sarcozi not tell you what I said? Jesus Christ! Why I am not surprised? Myers is always watching her; he's already killed Baker and Jefferson because they hurt her and I sure as fuck don't want to be next! I got our client her number, she had it changed and Baker died as a result! Now you're asking me to try and get her number again when she's being protected by a God damn serial killer? Be fucking real!"

"My dear man. It's not us who wants it, it's our client." Leach's arrogant, casual I'm above you, this isn't my problem tone, made Derek's blood boil. He had to work hard to keep his voice from rising.

"Same fucking difference! I think they're on to me Mr. Leach." In spite of his anger, Chancer knew better than to disrespect Chris Leach. If only by addressing him thus. In his own way, this man was almost as dangerous as Myers. "It can't be long before they search my cell."

"What gives you that idea? Even if they do, it's an iPod. You can explain that away can you not? It's not your concern if they try to get into it. It's well… Theirs."

Chancer remembered the instruction manual and how inputting the wrong password 3 times would be fatal. He shivered a little. Leach was certainly right about that. They'd die trying. Quite literally.

"They'll have to prove it first," Leach continued. "There is absolutely no proof on the outside that it's anything other than an iPod. Our man told me you were whispering during your visit, so what are the chances that the microphones heard you? I think you're safe Mr. Chancer and are worrying too much. It's an innocent little iPod. Nothing more, nothing less. So if that's all…"

"Hang on a sec," Chancer hissed outraged. "What about the fact that I may very well be the target of the masked killer?"

Leach actually chuckled. Right then, Chancer wanted himself or Myers to kill the motherfucker. "How is that our problem Derek? You agreed to do this job did you not? For the money. You knew damn well that there is risk involved, whether from Mr. Myers or someone else."

"You're just going to…" Chancer couldn't even finish.

"There was nothing in the contract to say we'd bust in and rescue you at the first sign of trouble Derek. Sorry, my man. This is well… Your funeral."

When Leach hung up, Derek couldn't suppress the feeling that he could very well be right. Literally, his funeral if Michael Myers got hold of him.

Now, hearing the footsteps running to and from the block, Derek Chancer started to panic. And when he saw the riot guards entering with their shields and equipment, he knew it was for him.

…

"Danielle," Dr Stark's voice came quietly through the cell door. "Are you ok? I've seen the text and I promise you we'll talk as soon as we can. But right now, Dr Loomis has requested Michael be with you. We are conducting a cell search momentarily and he wants you with Michael. Ok?"

Danielle could only nod. But as Michael's cell door opened and she heard his slow, calm footsteps approaching hers, she shivered a little. Despite knowing, or at the very least being certain he wouldn't hurt her, she found herself pressing against the wall. Her door slammed shut. All she could hear was the killer's calm, measured breathing. He didn't approach her, but remained by the door. She understood why. She could almost feel his rage. She just hoped she didn't inadvertently anger him while they were locked in here over the next… However long this took.

…

The block doors crashed open and Derek Chancer heard the footsteps running towards his cell. He hardly had time to register this before a male guard shouted "DEREK CHANCER! HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM! STAND UP, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING! APPROACH THE DOOR SLOWLY AND TURN AROUND!"

Yep, they were indeed on to him. His "innocent little iPod" lay on his desk. If they took it, his job was over. But would that be so bad? He mused as he turned his back to the door and steel handcuffs were applied to his wrists with a harsh click.

The guards were pointing their guns at him. While Chancer knew the block guard's weapons had rubber bullets, the guns these guy's carried were the real deal. He could be dead with one shot. His door buzzed open and a guard grabbed him, pulling him out. Derek was only wearing a t-shirt and his underwear. He felt himself shiver. It was cold dressed only this way.

"OK LET'S GO!" A guard shouted and 3 of them entered his cell. Derek wondered why they had all their riot gear. He was handcuffed and being held by 2 armed guards. How could he possibly fight back even if he wanted to? Or perhaps it was because of what he'd tried to and almost done to Ray, Rees, whatever the fuck his name was and they wanted extra security and backup. He glanced up the corridor and saw that yes indeed, Michael Myers was standing inside Hayward's cell by the door. He again found himself almost hoping the guards did find the iPod. That said, if Myers knew it had been him who'd done what'd happened so far, he didn't fancy his survival chances.